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“Are you sure about this?” he muttered, just loud enough for me to hear. “You were excited about this race.”
“And I’ll be just as excited for the next one.” He tapped beneath Rev’s chin with his knuckle—a soft, almost fond gesture. “Now wait here while I grab the gear, and try not to kill your boy while I’m gone.”
Then he disappeared into the crowd, missing the way Rev grumbled, “He’s not my boy.”
But I heard it.
The devil on my shoulder didn’t like it, so I shookthatoff before it could sink in. Rev was right. We weren’t each other’s anything. Just two rivals who had seen each other’s dicks.
And touched them.
Well, I’d touched Rev’s.
And his tail.
Rev turned away from the crowd, and I caught the moment his mask slipped into place, like shutters slamming down behind his eyes. He’d reverted back to the character he usually played. One I recognised all too well.
When did I start hating it?
Was it because I’d had a peek at what hid beneath? TherealRev. The one buried under so many layers of indifference. He’d proven he could be expressive, even open, but only if he let it happen.
I’d been given a tease in the locker room when his walls had cracked. Watched his eyes transform from calm to chaos as he writhed in pleasure, moaning up a storm, completely unfiltered. Witnessed himfeelfor the first time.
Something towards me.
Something that wasn’t annoyance or disdain.
And perhaps the mask was growing too small. Or maybe it wasn’t as opaque as it used to be. Despite his lack of expression, the stars in his eyes shimmered, galaxies swirling in anticipation. Because right here, Rev wasn’t the rookie. He wasn’t an outsider.
Instead, he was a household name—someone impressive—and he was in his element. If his tail wasn’t tucked into his jumpsuit, I imagined it’d be lashing back and forth with excitement.
Rev turned to me and puffed out his chest, growing by an inch yet still barely reaching my chin. “Ready to lose, Mercer?”
He was cocky, arrogant, and so fucking sure of himself.
To my surprise, I found it sexy.
“Those be fightin’ words, rookie.”
“I think you’ll findyou’rethe rookie today, rookie.”
A surprised laugh fell from my lips. I couldn’t even argue, because he was right. This was his turf, and I was the newcomer. Our roles had flipped, and he wore the advantage like a second skin.
Here we stood, eye to eye, sizing each other up like we had most weekends this season.
Familiar, but different.
And when the ghost of a smile tugged at his lips?
Yeah . . . that might have felt better than any race win.
Don't Stop Me Now — I'm on Pole
Rev
Al had come through with a helmet and suit for Kai. It didn’t drown him, but it might’ve been a bit too small. My lizard brain wasn’t complaining about the way it cupped his ass and stretched across his chest, though there was a gap of a few inches between the cuffs on the legs and his trainers.
If you ignored his ankles peeking out, Kai looked like a walking wet dream.
